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The new Athleta catalog came today. I want everything in it. (I bought a sleeveless dress last spring – love it.) They have a whole travel clothes section, and just looking at the pictures makes me want to pack up and GO. I’d like to be a well-dressed (but still comfortable) traveler. I want to go for walks in fields and hikes in forests and strolls on wintery beaches wearing the chicest of chic travel clothes. (Hell, I’d dress like the Von Trapps crossing the Alps if I thought I’d be warm and comfortable enough. Who needs chic?)
I would totally wear Liesl’s hat.
Of course, there are some ridiculous assumptions in their descriptions. They’ve got a cowl neck tunic-length cashmere sweater (beautiful, of course, and not cheap), but the description assumes you’re going to want to wrap yourself in it after your workout. Who would put that on when they’re still sweaty from a workout? Maybe they mean you’d want to wear it after you shower, but then it’s just clothes, not post-workout clothes. And the picture shows a woman in a yoga studio with her mat hanging from her shoulder while wearing that sweater. I get sweaty during yoga, but maybe she doesn’t. Maybe if I had 15 cowl neck cashmere sweaters, I’d feel comfortable designating one to be my sweaty post-workout comfy sweater. Maybe.
Right this very minute, he’s curled up in a ray of sunshine on the floor, feet twitching while he dreams.
He’s doing really well. Still not eating enough, but he does eat and he’s keeping it all down. He gets tired easily, but he starts out with lots of energy, so that doesn’t seem too worrisome, either. (Hopping everywhere you go takes a lot out of you. I know. I tried.) He’s having blood drawn this evening to check on his cell counts, and the next round of chemo is next week. I’ll keep you posted.
I’d been hoping this would happen, and it finally has! Kind of. Keeping the house clean is easier than emptying it, rearranging it, and cleaning it, so after what feels like forever (and what was probably only a little over a month), I’m enjoying some time to myself. Well, restful time with John, but when we’re both happily ensconced in our own activities, that’s basically the same thing. We spent all of Saturday hanging out together – the morning (pre-open house) cleaning, the afternoon (during the open house) having a family photo taken, and then having a cupcake and coffee at a little cupcake place with outdoor seating, so Riley could drape himself over our feet and enjoy all the attention he got from passers-by. What’s this about a family photo, you say? We donated to our local volunteer fire department, and as a thank you, they brought in a photographer and gave all donors the opportunity to get a free family portrait taken. They do it every year, and even though we’ve donated every year, we’ve never remembered/bothered to go. They allow pets, so we took Riley. It’ll be interesting to see how it turns out.
Sunday we had NO plans. It was wonderful. There was an afternoon showing, so we disappeared to the park for half an hour, but other than that, our time was our own. Actually, since it was John’s birthday, our time was his to do with as he wished. And he mostly wished for free time, so I call this birthday a success.
Typing “Open House” up there made me thing of Full House the TV show, and man, are those two things not at all related. Unless John Stamos (now, not then) is going to come over to help sell the house. Or move in and help us raise our sassy but cute dog.
Anyway, we had our open house yesterday. Our agent said we had really good turnout. One family stayed an hour, and other another family stayed for TWO hours. The two-hour people are the ones who lingered for 40 minutes on Thursday, the first day we were on the market. No offers yet. (Be pessimistic! Your optimism is scaring them away. Don’t tempt fate!) We had another showing this afternoon, and we have one tomorrow, too. I’ve said (and I keep saying) that we’re not in any hurry here, but now we’re in limbo, and I don’t want to stay in limbo. I should be putting this time to good use (see Step 4), but I figured I deserve a couple of days of relaxing before I start obsessing over the next thing. It’ll come soon enough. (Also, it’s John’s birthday today, so no doing not-fun things.)
It’s time for an update. Riley is doing really well. His surgery was three weeks ago today, and he had his first round of chemotherapy last Thursday. He’s got his old energy back, even if it doesn’t last as long as it used to. He goes on daily walks (twice a day, most days), and he romps around. I’ll get video of him in action soon, I promise.
When we took him in for chemo last week (which doesn’t affect dogs the same way it does humans – much lower doses, so most dogs don’t even get sick), the oncologist looked at him, hesitated, and asked if he’s a border collie. Shrugs from us. Maybe? Partly? Could be a problem. The plan is to give him two different drugs, one each visit. The first one is not an issue, but the second one is often toxic to border collies, Australian shepherds, collies, and other dogs of similar breeds. Toxic like could actually kill him, not just make him sick. So we’re doing a genetic test. If it turns out he’s part border collie, our chemo plan will change. The test results are due back in another week and a half to two weeks, and the next chemo visit (when we start that second drug) is two weeks from tomorrow. The timing should be just about right.
The other thing we’re working on with him is his appetite. While recovering from surgery, he didn’t really want to eat at all. Four of his six pills (antibiotics and painkillers) had to be given with food, though, so we were quite literally shoving pills and food down his throat. Pills that had to be stuffed into round meatballs of wet dog food so he would take food at the same time. It was awful. For everyone. But he’s gotten much better about taking pills since then. J He still isn’t eating normally – actually, he is eating normally now, which was never all that much. He was kind of a picky eater, and he only ate when he felt like it. That sounds perfectly healthy (he’s not the kind of dog who will eat until he gets sick), but it’s not enough when he’s underweight. He isn’t eating enough. So now, we’re buying samples of all kinds of delicious wet dog food to see what he likes, and we’re adding some of that and some plain chicken to his dry food twice a day. He eats the good stuff and leaves the dry food. Sometimes he comes back to finish the dry food. Mostly, though, he knows it’s going to get covered with the good stuff again at the next meal time. I don’t care as long as the end result is that I can’t count his ribs just by looking.
He’s wearing his compression shirt, and there’s a towel stuffed under there to protect from scratching. He didn’t do much scratching.
I have tried on every dress within 15 miles of my house over the last week looking for the one I’m going to wear to the wedding this weekend. ALL by myself. I’d walk into a store, grab armloads of dresses in my size, take over a dressing room, and try on every one. I took pictures of the good ones and sent them to my posse (Pat, Emily, and Molly for immediate feedback via text, Mom and Mindy for more leisurely feedback over email), all of whom talked me into buying entirely too many dresses, most of which I will be returning (I’ve returned one. Two more are in the car, waiting for me to get back to the mall.). Sunday was about shoes. I bought THESE most awesome shoes in hot pink:
My right eye was bothering me this morning, so I decided to take a break from my contacts and wear my glasses to work today. I wore one of my favorite sweaters (if only I had it in a forest or olive green or a deep red – this blue is beautiful, but it’s not really my color) and the little clock Mindy got me from JewelMint. My outfit had nothing to do with my decision to wear glasses, but apparently the combination of glasses and little clock clicked for me. A coworker told me I looked studiously cute. I will totally take that. So here I am, looking studiously cute:
And very pale and very tired. But I am NOT wearing a 3/4-sleeve sweater. This is according to John, who doesn’t believe in them. Therefore, that is not what I’m wearing. Because they don’t exist.
I just wrote a post about these pictures and the wedding my friend and I were at and how we danced our asses off, but for some reason it is now lost. I am going to assume it’s because this is my tablet’s trial run. And my tablet keyboard’s trial run. So somehow, when I clicked Save Draft, it did not do that. Like, at all. So, no story. Just pictures. Oh, this is the dress I linked to a few weeks ago. Love it.
Guys, I have more mugs! Really cute ones! For reals, see? My sister loves me. The bamboo one has a panda in it!
I’m afraid I have a mug problem. You’ve seen a sampling of my other mugs before, and I just got these three new ones (the floral ones are really good for deliciously sweet coffee on snowy days). Well, last week I saw more mugs I MUST HAVE. (Except that I don’t need them. I just want them. Really, I don’t know where I would put them. We’re out of cabinet space. But really, I want them. Want is not the same as need, so I won’t get them. I’ll just drool from afar. Because I can’t have them. Even though I want them. We’re trying to stop accumulating stuff. Really. No more new stuff.)
The London mug
I can still admire them, though. They’re made by Villeroy and Boch, and they’re part of the New Wave Caffe collection (cities of Europe). There’s one each for London, Paris, Rome, and Berlin, with matching plates, and they’re adorable.
I would only want them if I got rid of all of my other mugs. Which I will not do. Why do I have a mug thing? I don’t really have a shoe thing. I have a book thing – isn’t that enough? It’s not like I display my mugs. … No, I’m not going to display my mugs. Back to these particular mugs – they’re not cheap. Not crazy expensive, but we’re talking $20 a mug (when they’re on sale). And that’s not including the matching plates or the cool spoons you can see in the picture I took. So, yeah, maybe we are talking crazy expensive. They’re MUGS. I’m not spending $20 (or more) on a mug. Boom. Talked myself out of my muglust.
Did you know goats are evil? It’s their eyes. Their eyes give them away.
All of that adorable playing and attention-hogging is just a ruse. What adorable playing? This adorable playing! (Please bear with me through this 2-minute video. They really do do some cute things.)
Clearly, I met some goats last weekend. And fed them and played with them and picked a favorite. (Baxter, the brown one, is my favorite. Dad’s favorite is Bruiser (black with blue eyes). Trixie wasn’t all that interested in us.)
Baxter: “Whatcha doin’?” Or possibly, “My plan to take over the world begins with you. Look into my eyes so I can take over your brain.”
Sorry about yesterday. This week was kind of odd. Busy odd. Like, I can’t remember sitting down and relaxing much odd, even though I know I must have. My brain needs lots of help to get out of work-mode, which is why I’ve been relying on other websites so much. Today will be no different. Thanks to Tom and Lorenzo, let’s talk about Channing Tatum.
I like him okay (I’ve seen him in one movie and a couple of interviews, and he was plenty likeable), but I don’t find him attractive at all. Certainly not HAWT, like so many other women seem to feel. I think it’s his head. And neck. The combination of the two. They’re thesame size. I have the same issue with The Rock and Vin Diesel. It’s a type, and it’s not mine. Channing Tatum, at least in this suit, looks great if you only look from the shoulders down.
I still think he’s a little too body-builder for me. I’m sure John will be relieved to know I’m not going to leave him for Channing Tatum.
THIS is a really good idea. I think I’m going to do it (on my personal cell, anyway), and I think Mom shoulddefinitely do it. Anyone who never listens to their voicemail (which is everyone*) should do it. It’s not as rude as never listening and never calling anyone back because you never listened to the message. So go, change your message, and come back. Go on. I’ll wait.
I forget about this blog for months at a time, but that means I have lots of content to drool over when I remember. Our house could look something like this if we threw out 75% of what we have. And painted everything white. And had better taste. And more money.
*Exception: if you’re job-hunting, DON’T DO THIS. But then, if you’re job-hunting, you don’t belong to this group. You’re probably listening to your voicemail messages.
Yup. We’re party animals. We even went out to eat on our anniversary. The actual day! Can you believe it?
Portrait of the couple on their 12th anniversary
(Yes, that is my Hogwarts scarf. Yes, we were about to go out to dinner to a fancy(ish) restaurant. Yes, I wear my nerd regalia out into the world. Oh, did I tell you I got a compliment on my TARDIS hat? It was from a girl who works at Advance Auto. Whovians are everywhere.)
I realize I’ve posted nothing but negative things these last few days, and I’d hate for you to think I didn’t enjoy myself. I totally did. Molly and I got our nails done on Sunday, and Tom and I lost to Molly and Tania (by a whisker) and John and Emily (by a lot) at Taboo on Christmas Day. John and I kicked everyone’s butts (especially Emily and Sean’s) at Cranium on Saturday night. Christmas itself was a very fun day, as usual. Molly got me possibly my favorite present of the year. I am now the proud owner of a TARDIS hat.
Also, I have a flashing Rudolph nose, but I only wear it on special occasions.
I love the George Washington Memorial Parkway. There. It’s like a load has been lifted from my shoulders. Yes, it’s a road, a HIGHway even, but I don’t care. I love it. Particularly the stretch between the Beltway and the Roosevelt Bridge. (It’s like the Merritt Parkway in Connecticut, but better because you can see the Potomac River on one side.) I would love it even more if it were a country road, two quiet lanes instead of four busy ones, but I guess I can’t have everything. I love it in the summer when all the trees are leafed out and they meet overhead and the sunlight is filtered through the leaves before it gets to the road, and I love it in the fall when all the leaves change color. I found out this morning that I even love it after the leaves have fallen. The trees were shrouded in fog this morning, and with the branches peeking through – it was really nice. By the time I crossed the bridge, the fog had burned off downriver, and the sun was coming up over the monuments (always a beautiful sight), but upriver it was still foggy, like really foggy, and all I could see was the top of the National Cathedral. I wanted to pull over to take a picture, but there’s no place to do that on that bridge, and I wasn’t in the mood to get killed this morning. Instead, here are some pictures I’ve taken from the GW Parkway on other (sunnier) mornings. I solemnly swear I was at a complete stop when I took these pictures.
What do you do with one diamond earring? Sounds rhetorical, but I really need an answer. John bought me a pair (little diamond studs) last Christmas, and I love them. They’re exactly what I wanted, and I wore them every day, with everything. Then, out at dinner the evening after we spent the day at the Maryland Renaissance Festival (more on that later), I reached up to my earlobes and noticed that one of them was bare. How do you lose just one earring? Clearly, it’s not that hard. And since the earring wasn’t in my immediate vicinity in the restaurant, and it wasn’t in the car, it was most likely lost on the ground in 16th century England (otherwise known as some woods not too far from Annapolis). Maybe I can get my remaining earring turned into a necklace or something.
Guess who we ran into while we were there?
We don’t know what Captain America was doing at a 16th century renaissance festival, but his was the best costume we saw all day. Other than the Doctor’s, of course. His being there made more sense, what with all the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff (speaking of that, I totally want these). I wasn’t able to get a picture of him, but his costume was fantastic.
I’m exhausted from last weekend. May I have another? I promise to rest for much of it. No? Too bad.
Friday night we went to a costume party. We were pretty happy with our costumes, but the party was a little awkward at the start. It got better, and we had a good time. All that’s minor. Let’s stick with the important stuff. For the most part, our costumes were created from things we had at home. John went as Wolverine. We had to buy his claws (would you believe we didn’t have a spare set at home already?), but that’s it.
John realized that I had everything I needed to be Hermione except the wand. I’d forgotten about the scarf I bought at Universal over the summer.
Not crazy about my hair here. I left in braids all day to get that kinda curly messy younger Hermione look, but I think it came out a little too much like Weird Al.
Classic Hermione pose coming up. I know! I know!
Notice I’m holding a wand? Yup. That’s ’cause John made me one. An awesome one. Because he’s wonderful.
Check it out! He even burned the Deathly Hallows into the end. Because he’s the best.
Now, I think our costumes turned out pretty good, but my first choices for us were Dr. Horrible (me) and Captain Hammer (John). Unfortunately, we don’t have ANYthing we need for those, and we didn’t have enough prep time to get them. Maybe next year. I really want to be Dr. Horrible.
I found my boots! And I’m never shopping again. Seriously, I am all shopped out. So back to yesterday’s trip to the Waterford Fair:
Pop quiz, Jess: What kind of chickens are these?
All I know is they were cute and fluffy and not at all phased by the crowds of people streaming by. This sheep wasn’t particularly bothered by people or dogs, now that I think about it. I guess the people of Waterford socialize their livestock.
Frosty the Puppy was terrified of the big bad sheep. They eventually went nose to nose, but then the puppy ran away.
My friend Stephanie and I spent FIVE HOURS outlet shopping today. We tried on all the clothes at the Ann Taylor and Banana Republic Factory Stores and bought half of them, and then we visited every single shoe outlet there. Struck out on shoes, though. I’ve lost track of what I’m looking for, except for a pair of black pumps that I can wear with anything for work and a pair of boots. I didn’t find anything remotely like the boots I want. I’ve been noticing people wearing them, but I don’t know where they’re from. I’ll be heading to DSW again soon. I checked Zappos and they’ve got what I’m looking for. I’d just like to try some styles on before I order.
I’m looking for something like these:
Type Z Mamie
Lucky Brand May
Romantic Soles Brooke (Wide Calf)
Gabriella Rocha Abbey
Enzo Angiolini Visco
They’re casual, something I wouldn’t be afraid to really wear (I don’t want to have to worry about scuffing them, so I want boots that can take it), looks good with jeans… I love boots. Before I buy anything else, though, I’m going to clean out my closet. For real. I wear the boots I have, so they can stay, but most of my other shoes will go. I mean it. Clothes, too. I’ll be ruthless.